Mixed feelings of old

Enshroud me by the lake

Of anticipation and bleakness

Of brightness and gloom
I fail to understand myself many a times

This carcass, this soul, this heart!

Intricately woven into as one

Yet exhibits myraid hues of the season

Light and dark yet again light and dark

Like a jigsaw puzzle puzzling my nerves

I’m wondering on myself as if an another being

What is this called?

Is it normal or only happening with me

Do others also get into this?

I’m restless!

It was difficult for a moment

For a day as long as it can stretch

But I passed this skirmish

I know the dejected will rest not

And come again hovering near me

With some new tricks and pranks

But I’m now stronger and firmer

With rocks that abide by the foot

The bedrocks that firms my steps

With the Almighty’s help!


A prayer

As I grow up and pass through life

As I bow before Allah each day

I pray I be forever me

My prostration be the same

My heart as white as a dove

Spotless and stainless 

As I achieve things in life

And become someone of rank

I pray I be the same old me

Unpretentious and unassuming 

The word has reached me

That many a children of Adam and Eve

Were virtuous souls but as they grew

And become possessions of swelling mines

They tarried and slithered in goodness

By and by they forgot themselves 

Deluged in mine and pride

So I fear while talking steps in life

Of the destruction precedented

Of the eery faith they met

As I pass by life’s vale and plain

I pray I remember YOU!

Like a bird

Perching on her bed

In the corner of a closet

She is ready to fly

On the angel’s call high

Her face not grim, not drooping

No! nothing of eery looking

Of death and departure

But calm and still

Like a sea, silent

And alluringly loud

Desperate to dissolve

In the glowing Cosmos

Dark and yet bright!

Studded with giant lamps

The scintillating after life

The ever unseen dimension!

She is another kind of a person

Contempt and happy with little

Mundane things tickle

Not her heart

Sprouting ephemeral wishes

For, she beholds the world

In her own garden, her self

The grooves on her forehead

Narrate stories of old

Jagged and even

Gossips, finds she

An act, most distasteful

For she is in reality immersed

Far more engaging she appears in

In her autumn

She yearns for winter

Her grey tresses waiting to be snowed

She is waiting for her Death, calmly

She is a mother

Who lost her tiny tot

When that ill finger

Clicked the trigger

And boom! It pierced the soft little heart!

Hauling life out of her

A lifeless carapace she turned

Executed by a nation’s saviour

For saving the nation!

This tyranny she accepted too

With patient eyes brimming

With gateways, flooding

She is the bird trampled

Many a times

Under the feet of not

Many strangers but her mates

Relishing on her pain.

Throttled, she endures all

Hiding pain with a smile all

Vibrant on ruddy countenances.

But abaft her sweet mask

She dugs untold tales

Of patience and perseverance

She is no other

But my grandaunt

Peace be on her!

Remitted be her sufferings nicely

Long live you!

Long live your patience!

Long live your endurance!



This veil of mine seems thick now..
A great barrier it feels..
Tough and solid it resists every blow..
Distances so far it appears..
To reach there of old…
To go back is the goal..
But the wall has thickened alot..
Crumbling would be difficult a job..
While I axe it here it thickens there..
Somehow not known to this soul..
Longings fill in the heart..
Ah! A drop drips on the dry sand particles, vanishes! ..
Dusty winds touch my cheeks and sucks..
My elixir of heart, all dry.
While I yearn for you amidst this war..
Waiting is indeed the necessary choice..
So come oh! helper soon..
For I can’t go alone in this dreary night…